Four days after the hospital incident, Vince finally came home.

He collapsed onto the sofa, rubbing his eyes wearily.


He'd clearly been busy at Sansa's place.

"Where's Elise?"

Instead of answering, I handed him the divorce agreement, already signed by me.


"Sign it."

Vince flipped through the pages casually, then sneered.


"Rosa, how childish can you be? Using divorce as a tactic to make me come back."

"I know I've been neglecting you both, but I'm here now, aren't I? I promised Ivan I'd take care of his family. I can't break that promise."

He stood up, looking down at me, his tone softening slightly.

"Honey, I'm exhausted. Please stop making a scene."

When he tried to embrace me, I stepped away from his touch.

So he'd always thought I was just "making a scene."

"If you won't sign, I'll file directly. You won't get custody, and I don't want a penny more than I'm entitled to."

"But you don't care anyway. You have another son who calls you dad."

I stopped arguing, gave him a cold look, and returned to my room.

The day I took Elise to process his transfer, a black sedan pulled up beside us. I recognized the license plate—Vince's car. The passenger window rolled down to reveal Sansa.

I immediately sent Elise back to the classroom. He'd become increasingly sensitive lately.

"Rosa, you're really transferring Elise? This is the best school in the city."

Sansa's tone feigned concern, but her eyes gleamed with satisfaction.

"I heard that private school has steep tuition. If you can't afford it, just ask Vince. Elise is his son too. We won't let him suffer."

That loaded "we" spoke volumes.

I met her gaze coldly.

"Don't worry about it. I can support my son just fine. Unlike you, who needs someone else's husband to raise yours."

Sansa's mouth fell open. She quickly composed herself, putting on a wounded expression. "Vince, did I say something wrong again?"

Vince lowered his window, his voice ice-cold.

"Rosa, I've really spoiled you. You're being completely unreasonable."

"I'm unreasonable?" My voice sharpened.

"Vince, look at yourself first. You're using your dead friend's name to pursue his wife. It's disgusting enough to me, but your treatment of our son is unforgivable."

Vince's face contorted with fury as he sped away with Sansa.

As they left, Sansa shot me a final glare, her lips curled in a triumphant smile.